In the Purple Star Starfield, between three divine suns, above the Underworld Continent, the Yamas of the various halls emerged. Gazing at the changing starry sky, all of them wore wistful expressions.
They had thought that destroying the Demon Palace would restore peace to the human world. They had not expected an even greater calamity to descend afterward—the chaos of the hundred races, the great disorder beneath heaven.
"Let us part ways here."
Before the Divine Restriction, Yi Xuanmiao raised a hand and removed the vicious mask from his face. Looking at the Yamas of the various halls, he spoke calmly.
Given the current circumstances, the Underworld Yamas were no longer suited to appear in the world. They needed to return to their own paths.
"Until we meet again."
One Yama after another removed their masks, revealing familiar faces. After exchanging farewells, they departed in different directions.
"Master Mu."
Yin'er looked at the woman beside her, confusion on her face. "Where are we going?"
"To find your master."
Mu Chengxue answered calmly, her gaze turning toward the Inner Realm.
At the same time, on Shenji Peak, red maples drifted down. Beneath the blazing crimson sky, A'man, who had knelt for three years, slowly rose. At that moment, blood clouds gathered above the nine heavens. A tribulation unprecedented in ages descended, testing all martial cultivators.
A'man looked toward the heavens and clenched her left hand. Before her, the Violet Heaven Divine Sword trembled and rang. A moment later, Violet Heaven left its sheath, rosy light shooting into the sky.
Exquisite Heart, Exquisite Sword. Facing humanity's First Tribulation, sword aura spread out, utterly fearless.
"What is this?"
At that moment, Fourth Realm powerhouses of the various races throughout the starry sky sensed it and turned their gazes toward Shenji Peak.
The Fourth